Alice's Snowstorm

This is for Mikeydred's Feburary prompt.

Some burdens should be buried--before they do.

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Now Feburary's storm was no visitor--

It was a leech,

Wrapping his cold fingers around the hinge

Clogging the path he'd never clear.

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The next day came,

Yet did not leave,

Snowdrifts rose, icy barricades.

The door shut, frozen.

The world shrank into icy regret.

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Alice should have shoveled on the first day.

Should have fought the storm when she could

It now owned her--

Claiming her in its patient grip.

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By March, they discovered her house,

Still upright,

Within only an echo remained.

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Outside, the snow piled--

A cold cover.

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